Here’s the first lines of the flash fiction story I did for Michel Prince’s blog:

“When I return to the sea this time,” Mikayla whispered against his lips. “I will not come back here again.”

He laced his hands in her hair to stare into her turquoise eyes. Brayden saw the love she would not profess, the desire they shared which only grew each time she left her mermaid form and became human. “I will not lose you. I can not let you go.” Panic rose and nearly choked him.